A co-worker of mine, Amy, goes to a bootcamp class every morning. I had expressed some interest in going, so on Wednesday, which was bring a friend day, she invited me along. I set my alarm for 5:20 am and managed to actually get up when it went off. The bootcamp was in Piedmont Park. I got there at 5:45 and it was still dark out. It had rained pretty hard on Tuesday, I’m talking heavy downpour, and although it had basically stopped by Wednesday morning, the ground was soaked. The class started around 6 am. There were several instructors and they would have us jog to an area of the park, then do some sort of workout, then get up and jog to a different area, do a workout there, etc. I went into it thinking that it couldn’t be that hard, I mean, I’d run a marathon and all. (Even if that was 2 years ago!) Umm, I was wrong. It kicked my ass. There were some exercises that I couldn’t even do. At the end of the class, the last thing we had to do was run up and down a hill five times. I was dead last. All in all, it was pretty awesome.

The problem is that it’s $350. $350 that I don’t have for a bootcamp. Maybe if I really needed to get in shape for something important, I would save up, but now, I just can’t. Damn, cause I would have a rockin’ body if I could.

On Saturday night, Jason and I drove up to Alpharetta to go see Stone Temple Pilots. Beforehand, we ate dinner at Bahama Breeze. I had a veggie cuban sandwich with some fruit. I also had two mojitos. The concert was surprisingly good. We ran into a friend of Jason that had pretty good lawn seats. Scott Weiland seemed coherent. At least enough to sing the songs. We were surprised at how many songs we knew. After the concert, I didn’t want to go home yet. After sitting in parking lot traffic for half an hour, we drove back in town and met some friends at The Local. After several drinks at The Local, we went back to my friend Andrew’s house and I demanded pizza. Since it was pretty late at that time and no one would deliver, Jason and Andrew went to Kroger and picked up two pizzas. When they got back, Jason promptly fell asleep and I devoured the entire pizza. All 1500 calories of it! I blame being drunk but also trying not to eat much during the week. I think I was just plain hungry. I guess when I have a cheat meal, I really have a cheat meal.